I'm going on my third night alone. Normally I love having the apartment to myself (loud music and messes in the kitchen), but I'm starting to get real lonely. And jittery. So I guess I'll blog so I feel like I'm talking to someone.
Can I say I have a sincere desire to journal when it so rarely occurs? That's what this thing called a blog has become. You may not understand what I'm saying, but I'll remember what I was talking about.
Yet, since I'm such a nostalgic individual, I've been mourning physical print over the last few days. Probably since I've had to go searching through my e-mail (years back even) looking for things I need/wanted to revisit. And my entire life is in there. There are notes made completely from emoticons, links to youtube videos "that make me think of you", drawings, lists of summer plans, and just communication between those closest to me. I know I can't print it all off and...it wouldn't be the same on print anyway...but I want my kiddos to see some of this stuff. Think that will be possible? Someday, instead of handing them the key to my journal or chest of love notes, I'll write out my password and say, "Go hog wild kiddos. There's over 7577 MB of Ellen in there. Explore my secrets. Relive my past. Read my life and know me."
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